Adrift. A poem by Rose Willow

Adrift humans slump in life-jackets bone cold, teeth chatter the planet coughs, trembles, belches an oily slick lost in black clouds thunder and lightening unable to slice slap, slap wake-up, wake up her heart shudders the last button comes undone the earth not fit for even the meek to inherit Rose Willow lives and writesContinue reading “Adrift. A poem by Rose Willow”